Just this side of heaven is a place called
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here,
that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they
can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are
warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and
vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong
again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they
each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly
stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His
eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying
over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally
meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted
again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress
the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of
your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
loved by The McKearneys
Nate Loved T-Rex
2000 - 2009
Missed by Kelley and Michael
Cody & Poodle
Happy passed away
at the young age of 7 from aggressive soft tissue cancer
Nate was adopted sight
unseen by the McCann's in 2003. We'd just moved to Pahrump
from So CA, and I got horribly lost on the way home. The
drive from Lee Minardi's house to our house ended up taking
over two hours, and through it all, our new addition
remained calm and unconcerned, stretched out in the back of
our SUV. That was how Nate lived his life with us, quietly
and with grace. He quickly mastered his CGC skills and
became an awesome Therapy Dog. Nate had a special affinity
for children, other animals and anyone in need. Whether
visiting in hospitals, cancer centers or at Nathan Adelson
Hospice, Nate quickly made legions of friends with his
gracious and patient demeanor. He bestowed many blessings
and received many in return. The only thing not given to our
beautiful boy was the blessing of long life.
Nate was diagnosed with Osteosarcoma last Fall. I am amazed
at the number of lives he touched and how many people are
affected by his passing.
Bill and I were honored to share our home with him, and I
was privileged to be his Pet Therapy partner for five years.
Even as he endured the ravages of bone cancer, Nate remained
gracious, sweet and always loving.
He was truly a once-in-a-lifetime dog.
known by everyone in the Carson Valley Gardnerville/ Minden
area. The kids just loved him. I had him in every fund
raiser, costume money raiser, craft shows in Reno and Carson
Valley and he was my constant Good Will Ambassador for the
awareness events for the adoption of ex-racers. Since I was
the coordinator of the monthly meet and greets in Carson
City Petsmart for our group up there Nevada Greyhounds
Unlimited he was there always.
When he came to me he was not yet two, he had stitches in
his side and back. Very withdrawn and shy straight off the
Phoenix track. Very mistreated but once he learned to trust
me he was my kindred spirit forever. He never did overcome
his shyness and fear without me. This didn't stop him from
totally enjoying the involvement with the activities. He
especially liked the parades. We would always be one of the
walking hounds next to the floats because he was good with
kids. He just needed me there with him at all times.
As you can see from one of the pictures he was a celebrity
in the newspaper. This always happened whenever we entered
anything. This night was the annual Carson Valley Parade of
Lights. It is a VERY LARGE parade lasts about 2 hours. The
main highway is closed down and there are usually about 100
or more floats entered. It kicks off the holiday season. We
represented the Sertoma Civic Club this night. The theme
this year was Wild Animals Celebrate/Winter in the Sierras.
I made our costumes. I was a snow bunny and he was a
greyhound pretending to be as a reindeer. I had his antlers.
feet and tail lit up with lights that went on and off. The
kids just loved him and ran out to pet him all night.
Please find a place to celebrate this gentle sweet soul's
life. It was short but he is greatly loved to this day and
remains in my heart and many others hearts as well.
Track name: Gunslinger's Rain forever home name: Gunner -
July 2001-Dec. 2005
forever kindred spirit and owner: Dawn Barr
Empty Collar – Empty Heart
It was a sunny but cool December afternoon when the final
decision was made to take Ronnie into see her Veterinarian.
Ronnie had been battling a rapid onset of Osteosarcoma as
well as her slowly developing kidney disease. To forgo any
details of Ronnie’s state that day, I will say she was not
as majestic as she always presented herself, but left us as
dignified as ever.
The next morning on my way to work, I looked over and saw
Ronnie’s collar lying in the passenger seat and for a moment
my heart felt very empty. But then I began to reminisce of
the wonderful times spent with her. Coming home to a 65
pound lady dancing or running in a circle at full speed in a
space of 8x8, wanting to know where I have been; racing me
from the laundry room to the kitchen with dinner in hand –
she always won; laying next to my chair and pawing at my arm
up with her front leg as to say “how about some more
petting”; watching her run, growl, and bark in her dreams –
don’t know if she ever caught it; looking up from the
kitchen floor as to ask “am I in your way?” or the look of
“what” when ever she was guilty of something; only dog that
ever beat me in a staring contest; beating any of us
upstairs when it was time for bed or taking a nap – she was
really good at the nap thing.
Even though I have plenty of family that surrounds me and
two dachshunds always afoot, Ronnie always filled a special
place in my heart and played an important part of my life,
as she will continue in my memories. Some say that she was
lucky to find our home. Au contraire, we were the lucky
Yes, Ronnie was quite the Queen of attitudes and she wore
the cowlick on her neck as her crown. Our time of just over
2 years, blessed with her presence, will never be enough.
She will be truly missed. But you know, I came home that
same day to two dachshunds dancing around wanting to know
where I have been…
Ronnie Driver 1/1/1996 – 12/6/2006
A good Friend
With love – The Bussey Family
Ed and Ellen lost their Jasmine to
liver disease on July 28, 2008. Jasmine was mommy to a
litter of puppies including Spago here in Las Vegas. Jasmine
lived with her poodle Ginger and brother Cody who are both
at the Rainbow Bridge to greet her. She will be missed by
Ellen and Ed and greyhound sister Scarlett
AL, my adopted former racing
greyhound dog died peacefully at home, May 8, 2004.
AL was my faithful companion for over 11 years and will
be greatly missed. He would have been age 14 this October
and has been failing for some months.
missed so much, The love and affection she gave to us, she
was very special. Thanks for bringing her into our lives. -
Al, Wendy and brother Gus
Don Julio aka "Bubba"-
Passed away at the young age of 7 on September 1, 2004 after
a courageous battle with Osteosarcoma & Valley Fever. Loved
by The Hickeys & companion Greyhound sisters, Tequila &
Scampi. A gorgeous fawn brindle boy with a gentle heart who
helped his very shy sister, Tequila, adjust to retired life.
Don Julio was also a nominee for the Nevada Veterinary
Medical Association's 2003 Animal Hall of Fame Award
honoring animals who exemplify the strength and value of
the human/animal bond. Nominated for the award as a result
of his "life giving" emergency blood donation to a German
Shepherd named, Star dearly loved by her owner, Joyce.
Bubba's blood donation gave Star & Joyce the chance to have
a little more time together.
Snowshoes is missed
by the Luliucci’s
Beloved Jake, Bouncy Boy
9/11/2000 - July 25, 2010
, remembered and
loved by Judy Currier
- is missed by the Minardis
Java, missed by the Barrer's.
Spago was given to me in
a parking lot in August of 2000 at the age of only 8 weeks
old. He attended his first Greyhound Picnic in October of
that year and was the attention of all who have never seen a
greyhound puppy. He was dressed in his Halloween costume as
a black cat and was just adorable. At the picnic I found out
that Jasmine was his mother and had the opportunity of
meeting her. I was a bit amazed that such a black dog had a
beautiful fawn colored mom. Although he never raced, he was
so welcomed by the Greyhound Pets family.
This beautiful animal was adored by all whose path he came
across. Whether out for walks, at the vet's office, at the
dog park, or at the dog birthday parties he attended he was
the center of attention. I almost felt (and I said this
frequently) as if I was driving a Bentley. He gave me the
best 9 years of his life.
In October of 2008 he was diagnosed with bone cancer and a
decision needed to be made. Our family decided on amputation
of his rear left leg. You would have never known I had a
three-legged dog. It didn't stop him one bit. He went
through his chemo treatments like a trooper. Unfortunately,
his kidneys didn't handle the poison in his system and after
7 months they began to fail. The decision to send him over
the Rainbow Bridge was heartbreaking and devistating. "This
isn't the way you were suppose to go" I often told him. On
July 22, 2009 almost a year to the day his mother, Jasmine
passed, Spago took his journey to be with her. How much love
did he have for me? He couldn't walk any longer in his final
days. He would always greet me at the door when I came home
up until the end. Two days prior to his passing, he heard me
come home and literally crawled to greet me. This is truly
my best friend. It's been over a month and a half and I
still miss him tremendously!!! I feel blessed that I was
graced with the presence of this gentle giant for 9
wonderful years. He resides on my nightstand close to me as
he always was and receives a nightly kiss and will until "we
meet again over the Rainbow Bridge."
Spago RIP 2000-2009
How you were always there for a hug when I needed it most.
How you gave me a reason to come home.
How I loved you with all my heart, but you always loved me
Chili - remembered and loved by Neil, Max, Pepper &
Chili (our first girl is
named Pepper) came to us after being on the street for as
long as two years. Her breeder tattoo had been purposely
obliterated, leading us to believe that she was just turned
loose early in life to fend for herself. Someone found her
and turned her in to the GPA in Houston, where we lived in
She was understandably squeamish
and standoffish at first, taking a long time to warm up to
being inside the house. She was afraid of noises, wind, TV
sound, the slick hardwood floors, just about everything. She
never went into small rooms. She wouldn't even drink water
inside the house. We put a bowl outside just for her. Maxine
called her 'our autistic child'. We loved her just the same.
Chili had her individualism...a
cowlicky necktop mane from the back of her head to her
shoulders, a skinny little rat tail, the softest fur I've
ever felt on a dog and what my youngest daughter
called 'Chili ears'. They stood straight up, just like a
Shortly after adopting our
sweetie, GPA determined she had heartworms. They covered the
treatment in 1999 and Chili recovered fully.
It was fun to watch her chase her
retired racer sister, Carrie around the 10' X 16' garden we
had made in the center of the back yard. They did this so
much, I saw the oval they dug in the grass still there on a
recent Google satellite view of the old house.
We moved to Las Vegas in 2002.
Chili, Pepper and Carrie occupied the Lexus SUV, supported
by the cushioning power of 8 blankets and various pillows.
Not a bad way to go cross country. The Girls were boarded
for the 5 weeks it took to build our home.
In the 5th week Carrie and Chili
got into it and Chili was so chewed up, it literally took
all of Dr. Daffner's skill to save her. She healed
completely. We moved to Pahrump in June 2008. Our slinky
sweetie finally found her happy place. A 1/3 acre fenced-in
backyard just for her to run around in, a doggie door to go
in and out through and so much attention from us.
Her final year was by far her
happiest. She just loved living in the country. We will
always remember her running out the doggie door on crisp
November mornings and just having a blast in her favorite
weather. She'd jump up and down, run around, abruptly turn
and run the other way then stop again. She was so fast and
athletic, even by Grey standards. She enriched our lives
every day, and we will always miss her.
arrived to us November 27, 2001. She was very timid
when we got her, but has grown to love and bond over the
years. She was the best dog you could ask for.
She never demanded a lot and always wanted to please us.
Since we got Sweetie, we also adopted two other greyhounds
who learned a lot from Sweetie. She was the "Big"
sister and they looked up to her.
The last year
or so she slowed up a bit. She lost some sight in her
left eye, and was also getting a little hard of hearing. She
started walking slower, but never refused a walk.
Within the last two weeks, she started having a
hard timewith her rear legs and was finding
it harder and harder to walk. One day she just
collapsed and didn't want to walk. We helped her to
get up and then she would try to do it herself only to see
her back legs bend to the point where there could not hold
her up. We watched her struggle trying to do it
herself and it was heartbreaking to see. Sweetie's
back feet would bend and she seemed to have no feeling in
them anymore. We took her to the vet and they took
lots of x-rays only to get the bad news that there really
isn't anything they could do to cure this, but only to make
her comfortable. With her age, it was just a matter of
time. She would have been 14 on June 24, 2011
did have any accidents in her last week. She somehow
would let us know when she wanted to go out, and we would
carry her and put her down so she could do what she had to
do. She always wanted to please us and you could see
it in her eyes that she was sorry for making us care for her
in this way. Last night, her front leg started to get
like the back and she seemed to be very
uncomfortable...moving around and not being able to get
comfortable. It was so hard to watch her like this and
she seemed to be in pain. We had to make the hardest
decision ever to have her move on and cross over to Rainbow
Sweetie left us
at about 9pm on April 26th, 2011. We stayed with her
to the very end. She will never be forgotten by her
Mom & Dad, her Grandma, and her two "sisters", Kacy and
We love you
Sweetie, and you will always be with her in our hearts!! One
day in the future, we will all be together again....You were
the best friend a human can have!!!! Run free and wait for
Love, Mommy & Daddy
From Star to Shooting Star
By Rita Hickey
"I wonder if Star will now be able to run faster?" was the
lighthearted question I was asked on a recent Saturday
morning at the vet's office, in a not-so-lighthearted
The phone rang shortly after 7:00 a.m., rousing two
greyhounds and their humans from a deep sleep. A dog was
coming in for emergency surgery needing a blood transfusion.
Since I mentioned at one time to call if they ever needed a
donor, would I be willing to bring in one of my dogs? I got
dressed with greyhound speed and Don Julio and I were on our
way to Pecos-Russell Animal Hospital. Joyce had just gotten
there with her 8-year-old beautiful German shepherd, a girl
named Star. She took her to the back and Don Julio, a.k.a.
Bubba, was escorted to the back also. I was told that he
would have to stay for a couple of hours and might have to
be sedated. I was ready to leave when Joyce came out and
asked me if I was the mom of that beautiful greyhound who
was going to save her little girl's life. She didn't waste
any time coming over to give me a big hug and we both cried.
It seemed I barely got home when the phone rang; Don Julio
was doing fine, in fact he was sooo good, they didn't even
have to tranquilize him? My husband and I were so proud of
our boy. We were right all along - 'he da man!'
When I went to pick him up, Star was still waiting for her
surgery. Joyce and I sat there with our two and dogs and
talked, between big wet kisses from Star for both of us. I
wished them good luck, gave them another hug, and left.
A few hours later I went back with our little girl Tequila
for her routine thyroid blood check. Star was out of surgery
and recovering well. The news was good and bad. They removed
her spleen because of cancer and it looked like the cancer
had spread. Don Julio however, gave Star and Joyce a little
bit more time together (they are hoping for six months). I
know if Don Julio could talk, he would tell us how happy he
was that he could help (and that it was worth it for the
puppy chow and cookies he got.)
From now on when I look at the stars in the sky, I will
always remember that beautiful shepherd face, with her
sparkling, bright eyes. My husband and I hope that Star will
be able to bring Joyce many more months of the joy,
companionship and affection that Don Julio and Tequila give
us every day.
And next time you look up into the sky and see a shooting
star - it might be a German shepherd running like a
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